Big Homie Video (MV)

My big homie called me said he on the run
Caught a black bag another body on his gun
He told me keep goin cuzz you the chosen one
Let a nigga try you won't hesi i'll put a whole in sum
It's 50 in it when AC pull up with the drum
He said it's money out here rippy go & get you some
No We can't have fun if we don't all have funds
We can go to war with everybody we got mad guns

But I been in the studio my project almost half done
Trust me y'all niggas gon be good when that bag come
I be smokin mad weed I think I'm on my last lung
Always rollin up another my high it don't last long
Cause I be thinking bout the pain
My niggas in them chains
A couple niggas in a grave
And they ain't see today
So I gotta pray everytime that a nigga wake
We eatin over here self serve nigga fix ya plate

My big homie a young nigga
But he slump niggas
Robbed the robbers
And sold drugs to the drug dealers
Never met some thugs realer
It's all love nigga
9 4 7 Trey
Cutthroat mafia
U Can't break us the twins made us it's no stopping us
And most these niggas only crippin because it's popular
You still couldn't see where we coming from with binoculars
Chest neck head how we aim when we pop at cha

You said want it my nigga what's stopping ya

My heart cold and I bleed blue
30 on the glizzy and its see thru
If you got knocced and ain't snitch nigga free you
All we know is eat when we see food
Body language like a book understand we could read you
That fake love transparent & boy you real see thru

The Big homies stamped me
They ridin for the cuzz like banshees
Yell yup yup & watch em all stampede
We ain't a gang we a family